Moreover, Mo Zhilan is domineering and cunning, how could he agree to his little sister returning to Jiangnan with them? Isn't the reason why Mo Zhilan left the imperial capital this time just to take back his little sister?
This, what on earth happened——
Fengjia stood up, walked to Feng Xizi, and asked doubtfully: "Little sister, is there something wrong between you and His Majesty?"
Pulling out the golden hairpin from her hair, Feng Xizi slowly turned on the candlelight and replied softly: "Third brother, you are overthinking. There is no problem between us, it's just that it's time to be rational."
"But will he agree to your return to Jiangnan?"
"At least, he didn't object." Putting down the golden hairpin, Feng Xizi turned around and smiled softly at his brother, "He knows better than me what kind of ending is best for us. We were two years ago
After all, it has passed, and neither I nor he can go back, and besides, I don’t want to go back.”
Looking at her indifferent smile, Fengjia suddenly felt distressed.
His sister, such a weak woman, smiled so heavily, and the smile on her lips seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"Little sister, is this your decision?"
"Yes, this is my decision. Brother, you know me. I will never make a decision that I regret. After tonight, he is still him, and I am still me. What happened two years ago will never happen again.
It’s happening again.”
Even though her heart was cut by a knife, even though she was reluctant to give up, she was determined.
As she said, without Mo Zhilan, Feng Xizi would still be Feng Xizi, the head of the Feng family who was a little unruly, a little irritable, and a little indifferent.
And Mo Zhilan...
Without Feng Xizi, Mo Zhilan will definitely become a more perfect man than he is now, capable of killing decisively without any worries.
Separation is the best outcome for them.
The four people looked at each other, exchanged glances, and finally nodded at the same time.
"I understand. Let's leave tonight. Let's go back to Jiangnan."
After saying that, they took a deep look at Feng Xizi who was standing under the candlelight, sighed in their hearts, opened the door and walked out.
It was quiet in the study, and Feng Xizi walked to the window holding the candlestick.
From the open window lattice, she could see the wind and rain in the sky, as well as the pond of lotus flowers that she loved so much.
The candles kept burning, the candles burned shorter and shorter, and the sky became darker and darker.
It was windy and rainy, and the weather was swaying.
At almost midnight, Tinghe opened the door and walked in. She was afraid of disturbing Feng Xizi's quiet thoughts, but she still had to speak, "Miss, everything is packed. The young master and the others have prepared a carriage outside the villa.
You’re ready to set off.”
"...It's time to leave so soon."
She withdrew her gaze and looked at the candlestick at hand and the half-inch candle left on it. She gently leaned down and blew out the candle.
The darkness of the room hid the reluctance and pain in her eyes.
"Miss, would you like to go to Jinxiu Pavilion to say goodbye to His Majesty?" Tinghe pushed open the door in the dark, and suddenly she felt like crying, for the sake of Miss and His Majesty.
We obviously love each other and we are willing to die for each other, but we cannot cross the threshold of trust.
The lady cannot let go of the past, and His Majesty cannot promise the future to the lady.
So...they are going to miss it like this.
But the lady is so pitiful... Your Majesty is also pitiful...
Why, why do people who love each other separate, why can't they start over...
"No need, he understands me, and if I don't tell him, he will -" Qing Rou's words stopped abruptly in the middle of her words.